one: 50 bottles in wadi gafar

Kaint defy it, kaint deny it,/ Kaze it jes won’t be denied;/ Its a mos’ pursistin’ stubbern sortah thin’;/ Anti Tox’ doan neutrolize it;/ Doctahs fail to analyze it;/ So I yiel’s (dough I despise it)/ To dat res’less, wretchit fevah evah Sprin’.
Sprin’ Fevah, Ray G. Dandridge

Said Khalfan bin Salim al Aufi licks a bit of honey off his dishdasha. Outside, under the sun, between the tonnes of rock, through the wadi dust kicked up, there is not the wildest hint of anything that will prepare you for the shock of honey in the deepest recesses of an ancient tributary.

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